Amleth Andersen -- DENMARK

[Amleth Andersen]

Name: Amleth Andersen
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Quarter: Southeast (though he was born and partially raised in the Northeast)
Job: Mercenary - Amleth hires himself out to collect information, make deals in people's stead, and to kill unwanted individuals.
God(s): Amleth actively worships Doweg, however seems to be favored by Vessina on some level.
Gift: Minor healing - Amleth has the unnatural talent for healing minor cuts and bruises simply by washing them thoroughly. With more major wounds, he can't do much beyond making them slightly better. His talent is very limited.

Personality: Amleth is a very happy sort of person. He finds happiness in the simple things in life. The squelching sound a knife makes as it is withdrawn from a man’s stomach, the way a skull feels as it explodes on the other end of your fist. Alright, so Amleth gets a lot of perverse pleasure from life, but he’s a happy person all the same.

Amleth is also the sort of person to never take ‘no’ for an answer. If he sets his mind on something, it’s going to get done if it’s the last thing he does. This stubbornness can make him either very annoying or very endearing. Mostly annoying.

In fact, most people would describe Amleth as annoying and also as a bit of an idiot. He does what he does well, but when it comes to common sense and normal things that people would excel in, he just doesn’t quite do as well as he should. This is partly because Amleth feels no need to put forth an effort into things he doesn’t care about. If it’s not going to benefit him in some way, why should he care about it?

Oddly enough, Amleth is actually fairly good at being in charge too. He makes sure that people listen to him, even if he doesn’t listen to them, and he knows exactly how to take control of a group of people.

Emotionally, Amleth is very closed off. Outwardly, he will only show positive emotions in most situations. It takes a lot to actually rile him to the point of showing his anger, though making him angry is a lot easier than it seems. When pushed to the point of actually showing his emotions, Amleth has a tendency to almost literally explode with the emotion, making everything seem a lot more intense than it really is. But for Amleth, it is that intense.
Appearance: Amleth is very pale, though he does spend a decent amount of time in the sun. He has a piercing in his right ear and tends to wear a rather elaborate ring there. For business, he replaces it with a simple hoop. He likes to wear lots of black. It's his favorite color. He has a number of long black coats, accented in a dark, blood red. He doesn't do anything to his hair, ever, and just lets it fly however it wants to. Sometimes he'll wear a little hat in an attempt to keep it down, but it never helps even a little bit.

Strengths:
+Stamina
+Creativity
+Killing People
+Brutality
+Sensitive
Weaknesses:
-Common Sense
-Headlong Approach
-Brutality
-Annoying
-Familial Ties

Likes:
♥ Beer
♥ Fighting
♥ Singing (though not well...)
♥ Dancing (also not very well...)
♥ The sea (just watching it and... yes, he loves it)
Dislikes:
♠ Reading
♠ Paperwork/Office things
♠ Fashion
♠ Staying still for too long
♠ Peace (because that's boring)
♠ Nature
Quirks:
✓ Amleth likes to hum and sing to himself while he's killing someone. It makes it all the more entertaining. Like his own personal stage show.
✓ He always has at least one flask of some form of alcohol on him at all times. Just in case.
✓ When he takes someone under his wing, Amleth is fiercely loyal to them and will never, ever stop being loyal to them.
Fears:
☄ Losing people he cares about. This constantly terrifies him.
☄ Being tied down to one person/place/thing. He likes to switch things up, and is scared of commitment.

History: Amleth was born the son of a very high-ranking noble in the Northeast quarter of Pangaea. His mother died during childbirth, but Amleth never lacked attention from his doting father. Raised in the bosom of comfort, he was a very spoiled child. Growing up, he had a very close friend - another little boy that lived nearby - and they were so close that Amleth would often say he was going to marry the other boy, much to his father's amusement. But the boy was taken away from him, and he can only vaguely recall him to this day.

When Amleth was twelve, though, his father was murdered by an opposing lord. Amleth was the one who found his father, still barely alive, at their home. With his very meager gift, he tried desperately to heal the man, but was unable to do anything to stop the inevitable.

Furious with the people who would do something like this, Amleth took everything he could get his hands on and fled to the Southeast quarter all alone. Using what he had stolen, he managed to scrape out a life there.

It was when he was sixteen, locked in a brawl with someone who had insulted him, that Amleth discovered his natural talent for disposing of human scum. He began to hire himself out for murders, and as time went on his methods became quickly more elaborate and interesting, and his ability to hide his tracks became superb.

He still lives in the Southeast quarter, but now his sights are set on finding the man who had his father killed. Because now he finally has the sway and ability to take care of the man once and for all.

RP Sample: As a forceful shove pushed him out of the inn’s door, Amleth stumbled and nearly fell onto the ground. Catching himself, he spun around to face his opponents, only to find the door closing in his face. He paused in confusion for a few moments and then promptly tried to open the door, yelling. “Hey! Let me back in! You cowards! I’ll take you all!”

But the door wouldn’t budge – probably it had been barricaded from the other side – and Amleth was only yelling futilely. Finally, he gave up, letting out a grunt of disappointment before he turned and left the inn behind him.

Really, he had only been looking for a little fun. Why was everyone so set against bar brawls? They were a great way to relieve tension and amuse yourself for an extended period of time. But everyone always kicked him out for starting fights. Said he was too drunk and he should go home and sober up. Amleth frowned as he fumbled in his steps just a little bit. Well, maybe they were right about that last bit. He was feeling a little tipsy tonight.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to go home yet. So, instead, he wandered into the next bar he came across and stepped inside. The music and atmosphere washed over him and almost instantly, he was grinning and singing along with the entertainment at full volume. The people around him reacted to his exuberance and got just as excited as he was.

Sure, in an hour or so he might start another fight here, but for now these people were his best friends and he was going to treat them as such. Banging his hand on the bar, Amleth called out, “Barkeep! Beer for everyone!”

This announcement was met by a chorus of cheers from his new friends and Amleth grinned even wider. If only the people who were friends with him outside of the bars could see how much these people loved him, maybe they wouldn’t be so harsh all the time. But the moment the beer touched his lips, these thoughts vanished from Amleth’s mind, and he was lost to a night full of revelry and fighting.

Out Of Character
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Age: 22
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